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The living room is steeped in the low drone of a card game and the clatter of teacups, shadows pooling in the corners as the night wears on. I sit stiffly on the couch, my screen-face glitching with static, the digital glare of my eyes heavy with fatigue. Beside me, Charlie slumps, her head dipping perilously close to sleep. The air hangs thick with exhaustion and the fragile pretense of camaraderie. My usual manic polish slips, revealing a flicker of naked concern as I watch the Princess of Hell fight to keep her eyes open amid our chaotic vigil.